with wax melted, i’d meet the sea

wayback machine I’m going to kiss u on the mouth

notes app poetry u are so real 2 me

I was about to go to sleep and my brain is on autopilot so after I took off my socks to go to bed I tried putting them into my glasses case, then I realised that my glasses were still on my face when the socks didn’t fit inside the case.

lost my 2 favourite rings today :(

the worst part of writing poetry is the last line actually like it never ever adds up properly with the rest of the poem and then like.. what do u even do at that point

paracetamol is carrying me through life rn

me vs the urge to buy tickets to go to a hozier concert later this year

went on wikipedia to see if that wooden goat in sweden was burnt down this year (it wasn’t; it was instead eaten by birds) and then, as the wikipedia god willed it, scrolled further down to discover garden gnome lore and learn abt garden gnome liberationists

I’m like. stupidly anxious rn bc there’s so many things that need to be done but I can’t do them and I’m just here letting it rot me like a fucking tree and I can’t do anything but suffer through it until I’m able to actually do something